The girl brought me back home. Then, I not only had a mother, but also a father. They always surrounded me and took care of me meticulously. I always stared at them blankly with no expression on my face.
This world amazes me and dazzles me.
I gradually became addicted to it.
Time goes by day by day.
I sat on the toilet myself and learned how to use the toilet.
I took a shower myself, slathered myself in foam, and then rinsed myself off.
I brushed my teeth myself, with my teeth bared and my mouth wide open.
I watch TV...
I play on my phone...
I forgot that I was an emperor.
I am happy here and don't want to leave.
Until one day, I completely melted into this world.
When I faced that woman, I shouted, "Mom..."
She cried with joy.
4
I always feel like someone is following me.
This makes me very uncomfortable.
At first, I was a little nervous.
Sometimes, when I was walking on the street, I would suddenly look back to see who was following me, but every time I found nothing.
That look was like a snake, a thorn in my back.
Later, I got used to that look, just like I got used to not being the emperor anymore. Since I can't get rid of it, I'll just pretend he doesn't exist.
But I still want to say goodbye to the past. Everything started from that well, so everything in the past, or everything in my dream, should also end from that well.
I stepped into the classical garden.
The ancient trees in the garden are towering and block out the sun.
There are few tourists and the sound of birds singing can be heard from time to time.
I walked towards Jiulongjing.
I was only a dozen meters away from the well.
Suddenly, an old Taoist in blue clothes and a wooden bun came out from behind a tree and stopped me.
The old Taoist had a gray face and white hair. He did not say anything. He just turned slightly and pointed the whisk in his hand at a signboard with red characters on a white background.
There are eight words on it: Men and dogs are not allowed to enter.
In the end, I was never able to stand in front of the Jiulong Well and commemorate my past. The old Taoist followed me like a shadow, polite yet stubborn.
I stepped out of the gate of this Taoist garden, and after walking about a hundred steps, I looked back and saw the old Taoist bowing, as if to see me off politely.
I never saw that old Taoist priest again. I never went to that Taoist garden again.
There is a grave in my heart, where the widow is buried.
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